While Damon was getting ready to go to bed he heard a knock on his door. He looked up and saw Elena standing in the doorway. “Hey” he said. “What’s wrong?” Elena shrugged and shuffled with her feet. “Come in” Damon said and he waved with his head. Elena accepted his offer and entered his room. She walked slowly to his bed. “I know it’s totally inappropriate, but I’m feeling uncomfortable in my bed, all alone… Can I sleep with you? Just sleep?” she kind of begged. Damon blinked and swallowed. “I don’t know, Elena” “Just sleeping, I promise” she said. Damon sighed. “Well, okay then” he said and he slid as far away as possible so their bodies wouldn’t contact each other. Elena climbed into bed, but unlike Damon’s expectations she came real close to him and lay her head on his naked chest. Her fingers draw circles around his thorax. Damon gently took her fingers and pushed them away. “What are you doing, Elena?” he asked, simply knowing it wasn’t Katherine. Elena didn’t answer, but put herself on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him passionate on the lips. Damon tried to push her away; he didn’t want this, but then again he did. Elena pushed his hands away and took off her top. She took Damon’s hands and lay them on her breasts. Damon felt how his heart beat raced faster and faster. His whole body shuddered, in a good way and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He rolled over so he was now lying on top of Elena and he kissed her. But Elena wanted more and she moved underneath him. Damon looked down at her body and saw it had changed. It was darker. He looked up and stared in Bonnie’s smug face.
Damon woke up. He gasped for breath and looked around him to make sure Bonnie wasn’t in the same room. It had seemed so real. He could swear he could still feel her fingers on his chest, her breasts in his hands. He was disgusted. Shower, he needed to shower, even though he believed he would never be able to wash this dirt off of him.
Damon woke up. He gasped for breath and looked around him to make sure Bonnie wasn’t in the same room. It had seemed so real. He could swear he could still feel her fingers on his chest, her breasts in his hands. He was disgusted. Shower, he needed to shower, even though he believed he would never be able to wash this dirt off of him.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.